Hassan was just an ordinary Bedouin shepherd before joining the team, but now he is a driver in a caravan and tending to four young dromedary.

The Bedouins knew better than anyone else the importance of carrying baggage in the desert, so this small army of about 200 people carried a full eighty camels to transport supplies.

Hassan was hired with his camel, and the nobleman promised him fifteen Turkish silver coins for completing the trip. This is a lira silver coin minted by the Republic of Turkey, with a silver content of more than 80%, and because of the authenticity, it is very popular with the nomadic tribesmen of the Gulf countries.

Listening to the constant gunshots in the direction of the station, Hassan felt a little uneasy, he was not a warrior, he didn't know anything about fighting and the like, he only knew that the four camels he was responsible for caring for might not be able to get drinking water in time. Camels are just more thirsty, not that they don't need to drink water, on the contrary, camels have a very large demand for fresh water, so those ancient desert trade routes must be established between oases and water sources.

Hassan had heard of the Hamil Spring, which was told by the older generation of caravan riders, that twenty years ago it was the busiest post on the trade route, and that it was possible to follow the old trade route north to Transjordan, and it is said that if you continue to the north-west, you can go all the way to Damascus.

If it weren't for the bloody catastrophe more than twenty years ago, this post station might still be serving the caravans that come and go, but unfortunately not many people dare to approach here now, and the caravans choose to go to Jubai to replenish fresh water, because there are rumors in the desert that it has been cursed by evil spirits.

If Hassan hadn't hired a noble caliph, and the pay was quite tempting, he wouldn't have agreed to the deal at all, Hassan was an unusually religious believer, so he was even more afraid of evil spirits and the like.

"If we continue like this, we may have to spend the night here." Speaking, it was Salman, a tall Bedouin shepherd who held a cane carved from willow wood with sacred prayers carved on it.

"God bless us, let this matter end sooner." Hassan removes a sheepskin water bag from the camel rack. Because they did not reach their destination, they could not unload the camel racks with the supplies, but camels, unlike horses, could crouch on the ground to rest when they stopped, so they did not use much energy.

"May the true God bless you, Brother Hassan." Saleman took the kettle and nodded his head in thanks.

In addition to Hassan and Salman, there were 12 other pilots, each of whom cared for a different number of camels. Saleman was an experienced driver and the best desert guide, and there were at least ten camels here, but all the chores were done by his apprentice and assistant Nayim, and Salman had an easy journey.

"It's a fierce battle, and the last time I saw so many dead people, I was an ordinary apprentice." Saleman tightened his cork and handed the kettle back to his companion.

The horses of the caravans and knights were placed in the shadows under the sandstone, and in addition to a dozen camel drivers and handymen, two black slave warriors were left to assist in the guard.

At this moment, the two black slave warriors in red turbans were hiding behind a rock and smoking, and the bayonet-wielding Lee Enfield rifles were leaning on their shoulders.

The black slaves smoked native Arabian cigarettes, used long handmade pipes, and after lighting the paper twist with a fire sickle, the two men began to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog impatiently. Tobacco was popular among some Middle Eastern tribes at the time, with herbs with mild hallucinogenic effects, which sooited human pain and made warriors forget their fear of death.

At this moment, the two black slave warriors would not have imagined that behind a clump of sand willows less than five meters away from the rock, two pairs of eyes were secretly watching them.

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"Let's do it!" Sergeant Major Corrison gestured to Lehard.

"Wait a little longer!" Ensign Lehard replied with a gesture as well.

When the two pilots arrived at Hamill Spring, the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle, and the two men thought that it was the German Army that launched the attack, because they heard the distinctive sound of MP38/40 shooting, but when they got closer, they realized that it was the German army that was under siege.

The two pilots were not impulsive, they only carried two pistols and a rescue rifle, and rushing into the battle would only cost them their lives. So they lurked on the outskirts of the battlefield, trying to find an opportunity to deal a fatal blow to the Arabs.

It turned out that the opportunity was really found by the pilots, and just below a huge piece of sandstone, they found a logistical caravan of Arabs. Upon closer inspection, Lehard was convinced that there were only two armed guards here, and the rest were unarmed civilians.

In fact, these people are not unarmed, they will have more or less a knife or dagger or other weapons on their bodies, so the Germans must be very cautious when attacking, if they do not take out the armed guards at the first time, they are likely to be attacked by the other side.

"Boom!" A loud explosion suddenly sounded in the direction of the station, and a cloud of black smoke rolled up, then condensed into a column of smoke in the air.

In an instant, the attention of the two slave soldiers was drawn to the sound of the explosion, and they craned their necks to look in the direction of the station, trying to figure out what was happening.

Lehard hurriedly made a surprise gesture, and then strode out of the sand willows, clenched the air force dagger in his hand, and pounced towards a slave soldier.

The second lieutenant raised his arm from behind to cover his target's mouth, and then the dagger stabbed into the opponent's back, and the soldier first jumped up and then fell to the ground.

The other black slave was taken aback by this, and he hurriedly unloaded the rifle from his back, but before he could level the muzzle, a dagger was placed on his neck from behind, and Cresson did not hesitate at all, and the next second he cut the opponent's neck.

The black soldier wrestled and struggled in the sand with his hands over the blood-spurting wound, but after a few seconds he lost all consciousness from the rapid massive blood loss.

"Let's do it." Lehard picked up the rifle that had landed in the sand and tossed it to Sergeant Major Corryson, then pulled out the Mauser pistol from his waist and shifted the gear to the burst.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to say." Corrison pulled the bolt, a grim smile on his face.

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"What's going on over there?" The Saudi nobleman, who had not yet recovered from the shocking effect of the German cluster grenade attack just now, was confused by the gunfire that rang out from behind him, and he hurriedly asked his henchmen in a loud voice.

"That's the direction of the caravan, probably enemy reinforcements." A guard reports.

"The enemy is destroying our baggage." The other guard exclaimed, and he raised his hand to the pillar of smoke rising under the sandstone.

"The true God is above, and they must be stopped." Now His Royal Highness could not sit still any longer, and he could distinguish the miserable neighing of the camels in the body of the spear, and it was clear that the other party was on a killing spree, slaughtering the poor beasts.

Without these camels and the baggage on them, he would not have been able to fulfill the royal family's instructions, and he would not have even been able to get out of the desert alive.

"Abdul! Pull them all down for me, and go and take back the caravan at once. The prince ordered.

"But, my lord, we are about to take the inn." Abdul reminded.

"You idiot! Without camels and supplies, what's the point of taking that post. The prince stood up, picked up his whip and struck Abdul on the shoulder.

"Go at once, crush the enemy, and get the caravan back." The noble man drew the scimitar at his waist and roared angrily.

"Yes, my noble master, Abdul will fight for you." Abdul reluctantly touched his chest with his hand and respectfully bowed his head to receive the order.

PS: The state is much better, and it should be back to normal next week, and I owe you ten chapters of updates, and try to make up for it in this month.